They Will Love Me For That Which

I'm Here, Got No Choice. But You, You Should Be Telling People.

The Chicken's Still Dancing The Chicken Won't Stop

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass.